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Oven among themsel' os. They wad
quarrel and shoot one another to piece
long before they got here."
"But they worked in a company
Once."
"Never for seven miles, Four milee
was their radius. Five would see thein
all dead."
Sbe struck the beneb again. "Qb, you
laugh at mei 'You make a joke of your
own life and death and laugh at every-
thing. Have five years of Blatt/Ile
,tanght you to do that?"
"I laugh only at taking the poor
larossroaders too seriously. I don't laugh
at your running into tire to help a feI-
1ow mortal."
"I knew there wasn't any risk. 1
•knew he had to stop to load before be
.shot again."
"He slid shoot again. It I had known
•you before tonight, I"— His tone
,changed, and be spoke gravely. "I am ,
at your feet in worship of your divine
philanthropy. It's so much liner to risk
,yeur life for a stranger than for a
friend."
"That is a man's point of vied', isn't
.it?"
"You risked yours for e. man you had
never seen before."
"Oh, no. I saw you at the Iecture. I
heard you introduce the Hon. Mr, Hal -
!away."
"Then I don't understand your wish-
ing to save me.r.
She smiled unwillingly and turned her
gray eyes upon him with troubled sun-
niness, and under the sweetness of her
regard be set a watch upon his lips,
though be knew it would not avail him
long. Re bad driveled along respect -
•ably so far, he thought, but he had the
sentimental longings of years, starved
of expression, culminating in his heart,
She continued to look at him wistfully,
searchingly, gently. Then her eyes tray
• Died over his Sig frame, from his
•elloes (a patch of moonlight fell on
them; they were dusty; he drew them
;under the bench with a shudder) to his
,broad shoulders (he shook the stoop out
.of them). She stretched her small white
bands toward him and looked at them
in contrast and broke -into the most de-
licious low laughter in the world. At
this lie knew the wateh on bis lips was
:worthless. It wits a question of min-
utes till he should present himself to
icer eyes as a sentimental and suscep-
tible imbecile. IIe knew it. He was 1n
wild spirits.
"Could you realize that ono of your
•clangers might be a shaking?" she
tried. "Is your seriousness a lost art?"
:ler laughter ceased suddenly. "Alt,
viol I understand Thiers said the
French laugh always in order not to
weep. I haven't lived here five years.
I should laugh, too, if I were you."
"Look at the moon," he responded.
""We Plattvillians own that with the
'best of metropolitans, and, for my part,
1 see more of it here. You do not ap-
•preCiate us. We have large landscapes
in the heart of the city, and what other
• capital line advantages like that? Next
winter the railway station is to have a
new stove for the waiting room. Hear-
• en itself is one of our suburbs—it is so
close that all one has to do is to die.
You insist upon my being French, you
gee, and I know you are fond of non-
sense. How did you happen to put
'The Wairus and the Carpenter' at the
bottom of a page of Fisbee's notes?"
"Was it? How were you sure it was
I?"
"In Carlow county!"
"He might have written it himself."
"Fisbee has never in his life read
anything lighter than cuneiform in-
• sCriptions."
"Miss Briscoe"—
"She
riscoe"—"She doesn't read Lewis Carroll, and
it was not her hand. What made you
write it on Fisbee's manuscript?"
"Ho was here this afternoon. I
beading
(eased him a Iittte about your
In the Herald—`1lusiness and the Cra-
• die, the Altar and the Grave,' isn't it?
—and he said it had always troubled
him, but your predecessor had used it,
and you thought it good. So do I. lie
Bleeding Piles:
tery for inc before tonight?"
At the edge of the orchard, where
they could keep en unseen watch on the
garden and the bunk Of the creek, Judge
Briscoe and Dir. Todd were ensconced
under an apple tree, the former still
armed with his shotgun. When tbe
young people sot up from tbetr bench,
the two men rose hastily, then saunter-
ed slowly toward them, When they
Met, Harkless ehook each of thein cox -
asked me it 1 could think of anything Melly by the hand without seeming to
that you mlght like better and put in know it.
place of it and I wrote 'The Time Haa "we were coming to look for you,"
Come,' because it was the only thing ' explained the judge. "Wiillam was.
I could think of that was as appropri- afraid to go home alone—thought some
ate and as fetching as your headlines. one might take him for Air. Harkless Ilj�Sentery, Diarrhoea, Crailipa, polio
13e was perfectly dear ,about it, He and slioot him before he got into town.
was so serious. Re said he feared it Can you coma out with Willetts in the paiaSiIIth9StQ�il4h,ChOlsinl,Ch4lel"ail
wouldn't be acceptable. I didn't notice morning, Harkless," he went on, "and Idorbus, Cholera Infantwlt, Sea Siek.
that the paper he handed me to write go with the young ladles to see the' • Bess, Summer Coinplaipt, 04 all
on was part of his notes; nor did he, I
think. Afterward he put it back in his parade? And Minnie wants you to stayto dinner and go to the show with them F Hes of the useOBowels.
pocket. It wasn't a message." in the afternoon," Has been in use for nearly qQ years
"1'm not so sure he did not notice. Harkless seized his hand and shook it and"
never fa,iied to give rebel.
Ile is very wise. Do you know, I have and then laughed heartily as he accept -
CURES
the impression that the old feiloaf
wanted me to meet you."
"How dear and good of himl" She
Spoke earnestly, and her face was suf-
fused with a warm light. There was
no doubt about her meaning what she
staid.
"It was," john answered unsteadily.
"He knew how great was my need of
a few minutes' companionableness
with—with"--
"No," she interrputed. "I meant dear
and good to mc. I think he was think-
ing of me. It was for my sake he
wanted us to meet."
It might have been hard to convince
a woman if she had overheard this
speech that Miss Sherwood's humility
was not the calculated affectation of a
coquette. Sometimes a man's unsus-
pfelon is wiser, and Harkless kneW
that she was not fiirtiug with him. In
addition, he was not a fatuous man;
he did not extend the implication ot
her words nearly so far as she would
have had him.
"But I had met you," said he, "long
ago."
"What!" she cried, and her eyes
danced. "You actually remember?"
"Yes. Do you?" be answered. "I
stood in Jones' field and heard yen
singing, and I remembered. It was a
long time sauce I had heard you sing:
"I was a ruttier of Manders
And fought for a florin's hire.
You were the dame of my Captain
And sang to my heart's desire.
"But that is the balladist's notion.
The truth is that you were a lady at
the court of Clovis, and I was a heath-
en captive. I heard you sing a Chris-
tian hymn and asked for baptism."
She did not seem overpleased with
his fancy, for, the surprise fading from
her face, "Oh, that was the way you
I remembered," she said.
. "Perhaps it was aot that way alone.
You won't despise me for being mawks
ish tonight?" he asked. "I haven't had
the chance for so long:"
The night air wrapped them warmly,
and the balm of the little breezes that,
stirred the foliage around them watt
i• the smell of damask roses from the
garden. The creek splashed over the
pebbles at their feet, and a drowsy
bird, half wakened by the moon, croon-
ed languorously in the sycamores. The
girl looked out at the sparkling water
through downcast lashes. "Is it be-
cause it Is so transient that beauty is
pathetic," she said, "because we can
never come back to it in quite the
same way? I am a sentimental girl.
If you are born so it is never entirely
teased out of you, is it? Besides, to-
night is all a dream. It isn't real, you
know. You couldn't be mawkish."
Her tone was gentle as a caress, and
it made him tingle to his finger tips.,
"How do you know?" he asked.
"I just know. Do you think I'm
very bold and forward?" she said
dreamily.
"It was your song 1 wanted to be
sentimental about. I am like one 'who
through long days of toil'—only that
doesn't quite apply—'and nights devoid
of ease,' but I cant claim that one
doesn't sleep well bere; it is Plattville'e
specialty -like one who
"Still heard in his soul the musio
Of wonderfel melodies."
"Yes,""
•r come Ye she1nu a e ed "t0 co
s hew
,
and to do what you have done and. be
live this isolated village life that mutat
be so desperately dry and dull for a
man of your sort, and yet to have the
kind of heart that makes wonderful
melodies sing in itself --bb," she tried.
"I say that is fine!"
"You do not understand," he return-
ed sadly, wishing before her to be un-
mercifully just to himself. "I came
here because I couldn't make a living
Anywhere else. And the 'wonderful
Melodies' --I have only known you one
evening—and the melodies"— He rose
to his°feet and took a few steps toward
the garden. "Come," he said, "let me
take you back. Let tis go before I'"-�
Ho finished with a helpless laugh.
She stood by the bench, one band
resting on it. She stood all in the
tremulant shadow. She moved one
step toward bim, and a Stogie long•
sliver of light ptereed the syCalrleree
and fell upon her bead. Ire payed.
"What was it about the melodies
she said.
„Nothing. I don't know how to thank
yon for this evening that you 'lave giv-
en me. 1--I suppose you are leaving to-
morrow. N6 one ever stays here. I"—
"What about the melodies?"
Ile gave it up. "The moan makes pee-
p's insauel" iia cried,
"It that is true, then you need not be
more afratd.than I, because 'people' is
plural. What were you saying about"—
1 had heard them—in my heart.
When T heard your voice tonight 1
knew that it was you Vito sang them
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ed the invitation. be smiled, only kn0wing that there
At the gate Miss Sherwood extended was something new. It was thus as
her hand to him and said politely, n boy he had wakened on birthday
while mockery shone from: her eyes: mornings or on Christmas or on the
"Good night, Mr. ldarkless. I do not Fourth of July, drifting happily out of
leave tomorrow. 1 am very glad to have pleasant dreams into the consciousness
met you." • of long awaited delights that had Come
"We are going to keep her all sum- true yet lying only half awake in a
mer, If we can," said Minnie, weaving cheerful borderland leaving happiness
her arni about her friend's waist. undefined.
"You'll come in the morning?" The morning breeze was fluttering at
"Good night, Miss Sherwood," he re- his window blind, A honeysuckle vine
turned hilariously. "It bas been such tapped lightly on the pane. Birds were
a measure to meet you. thank you so trilling, warbling, whistling, and from
?much for saving my life, It was very the street Came the rumbling of wag -
1.3 1999
"xiet vela date llcor eon Qelne Liebe min,"
hummed the editor in the Cottage. lGlib
sous bad taken on it veiledly(' tone, art
that of one who eons a problem or
nluslcally ponders% wbieb card to play.
tie was kneeling before an old trunk in
his bedchamber, L'ram one cotnpart
ment be took n neatly folded. pale of
duck trousers and a light gray tweed
coat, from another a straw bat with a
ribbon of bright colors. Ile examined
these musingly". They bad lain in the
trunk for a long time undisturbed. He
shook the eoat and brushed it Then be
lain the garments upon his bed and
proceeded to shave bimselt carefully,
after which he donned the white trou-
sers, tbe gray coat and, rummaging in
the trunk again, found a gay pink cra-
vat, Which he fastened about his tail
collar (also a resurrection from the ,
trunk) with a pearl pin. Be took a long
time to arrange bis hair with a pair of
brushes. When at last it suited bin
and his dressing was complete, ire sal-
lied forth to breakfast, • •
Xenophon stared after him as be went
out of the gate whistling heartily. The
old darky lifted his hands, palms out-
ward.
"Lan' name, who Oat?" be exelnimed
aloud. "Who dat in dem paujingeries?
He gone line de circusl" His hands
fell upon Ids knees, and he got to his
feet rheumatically, shaking bis bead
with foreboding. "honey, honey, bit
bald luck, bald luck sing 'to" breakfus'.
Trouble 'fo' de day bo done. Trouble,
honey, great trouble, Baid luck, bald
luck!"
Along the square the passing of the
editor iu bis cool equipments was a
progress, and wide were the eyes and
deep the gasps of astonishment caused
by his festal appearance. Mr. Tibbs
and itis sister rushed from the post -
office to stare after him.
"He looks just beautiful, Solomon,"
good of you, indeed. Yes; in the morn said Mise Tibbs.
ing. Good night, good night" He ons, merry cries Of greeting and the Harkless usually ate his breakfast
shoal: ?units with all of them, fnclud- barking of dogs. What was it made alone, as he was the latest riser in
ing Air, Todd, who was going with him, him feel so young and strong and light Plattvilie. There were days in the
Ile laughed all the way home, and Wil- hearted? The breeze brought him tiro winter when be (lid not reach the hotel
Ilam walked at his side in amazement. smell of June roses, fresh and sweet until 8 o'clock. This morning he found
The Hc'vald buliding was a decrepit with dew, and then he knew why he a buncir'of white roses, still wet with
frame structure on Main street. it had Come smiling from his dreams. Ile dew and so fragrant that the whole
had once been a small warehouse and leaped out of bed and shouted loudly: room was fresh and sweet with their
was now sadly ia need of paint. Close- "Zeit! Hello, Xenophon:" odor, prettily arranged In a bowl on
ly adjoining it, in a large, Week looking In answer an ancient, very black the table, and at his plate the largest
yard, stood a low brick cottage, over darky, his warped and wrinkled vis- of all with a pin through the stein, He
which the second story of the o;d ware- age showing under his grizzled hair looked up smilingly and nodded at the
bottle leaned in an effect of tipsy nt like charred paper in a fall of pine red faced, red haired waitress who was
fectiou that had reminded Iiarkless, ashes, put his head in at the door and waving a long fly brush over his head.
when be first son' it, of an old Sunday said: "Good mown', sub. Yessuh. Hit's "Thank you, Charmion," be said,
school book woodcut of an inebriated done pump' full. Good mama, suh." "That's very pretty."
parent under convoy of a devoted child. A few moments later the colored "That old Air. Wimby was here," she
The titre to these two buildings andman, seated on the front steps of the answered, "and he left word for you to
the blank yard had been included in cottage, heard a mighty splashing look out. The whole possetucky of
tbe purchase of the Herald, and the within while the rafters rang with Johnsons from the Crossroads passed
cottage was the editor's home. stentorian sang: his house this mornin', comm' this
There was a Light burning upstairs "Be promised to buy me tt bonny blue way, and lie see Bob Skillett on the
in the Herald office. From the street Be' promised to buy me a bonny blue square when he got to town. lie left
a broad, tumbledown stairway ran up ribbon, them flowers. Mrs. 1Fimby sent em to
on the outside of the building to the He promised to buy me it bonny bine ye. I didn't bring 'em."
second floor, and at the stairway =laribbon, "Thank you for arranging them."
ing John turned and shook his •com-
panton warmly by the hand.
"Good night, 'William," he said. "It
was plucky of you to join in that muss
tonight. I shan't forget it."
"I jest happened to come along," m-
oiled the other awkwardly. When,
With a portentous yawn, he asked,
t
teat ye goin' to bed?"
'alio; Parker wouldn't allow it."
"Well," observed William, with an-
other yawn, which threatened to ex-
pose the veritable soul of ]rim, "I
d'know how ye stand it. It's closto ou
11 o'clock. Good night."
John went up the steps, singing
aloud --
"For tonight we'lI merry, merry be,
For tonight we'll merry, merry be,"
and stopped on the sagging platform
at the top of the stairs and gave the
moon good night with a wave of the
!land and friendly laughter. At this it
suddenly struck him that be was twee-
ty-nine years of age and that he had
laughed a great deal that eveninnr
laughed and laughed over things not
in the least humorous, like an excited
schoolboy making a first formal call;
that lite Lad shaken hands with Miss
Ilrise(ie When Ito left her as if he should
never see her again; that he had taken
Miss Sherwood's hand twice in one
very temporary parting; that hi had to the village, a long procession, on ev- ,
shaken the judge's Land five times and ery Country road. The air was full of
William's tour. exhilaration; everybody was Iaugblpg
"Idiot!" tie cried. "What has hap- and shouting and calling greetings, for ,
pened to me?' Then he shook his fist Carlow county was turning out, and
.at the moon and went in to work, he 1 from far and near the country people ;
thought. • came—nay, froln over the county line;
mud clouds of dust arose from every ;
CHATTER 1' . thoroughfare and highway and swept
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bright- sun of circus day into town to herald their coming.
shone into Harkless' window, Dibb Zane, the "sprite:ling contract -
and he awoke to find himself or," had been✓at work :.:1h the town
smiling. For a little while ho ... -
lay content, drowsily wondering; .thy .0
To tie up my bonny brown hair. She turned even redder than she al -
"Oh, dear, what can the matter be? ways wag and answered nothing, aig-
Oh, dear, what can the matter be? orously darting her brush at an lung -
oh, dear, What eats the matter be? inary fty on the cloth. After several
Johnntc's so lattg at the fair:" minutes she said abruptly, "You're wel-
The moth openedJs an dttstayed opew n. •"Him!nd " come,"
he muttered faintly. "Singtn'1" There was a silence, finally bnroken
"Well the old triangle knew the music heby along, gasping Sigh. Astonished,
of our tread; he looked at the girl. Her eyes were
How the peaceful Seminole would tremble set unfathomably upon his pink tie.
in his bed!" The wand had dropped front her nerve•
sang the editor. less hand, and she stood rapt and im-
movable. She Started violently from
"I dnnno ltuccome it," exclaimed the
old man, "but, bless Gawd, de young her trance. "Ain't ye goin' to flnlsh
man happy!" A thought struck hini yer raffle?" she asked, plying her in -
suddenly, and he seratched his head. strument again, and, bending slightly,
"Maybe he golu' away," he said quer- whispered, "Say, Eph Watts is over
ulously. "What become of ole Zen?" there behind ye."
The splashing ceased, 11ut not the voice, At a table in a far corner of the room
which struck into a "noble marching a large gentleman in a brown frock
chorus. coat was quietly eating his breakfast
• "Oh, my Lawd," said the colored man, and reading the Herald, He was of en
"I pray you listen at date". ornate presence, though entirely neat.
"Soldiers marching up the street. A sumptuous expanse of linen exhibit-
. They keep the time; ed itself -between the lapels of his low
They look sublime! •cut waistcoat, and an inch of bedia
Rear they? play 'hie ei eht am Rhein.' mended breastpin glittered there like
They call It Schnetder's band.
Tra la la, la la." an ice ledge on a snowy mountain stile.
The length of Main street and all IIe had a steady blue eye and a diesi-
sides of the square resounded with the 'anted iron gray mustache. This per-
rattie of vehicles of every kind. Since' sonage was Mr. Ephraim Watts, who,
earliest dawn they had been pouring in- + following a calling more fashionable in
. the eighteenth century than in the lat-
ter
adter decades of the nineteenth, had
shaken the dust of Carlow from his
feet some three years previously at the
strong request of the authorities. The
Herald hail been particularly insistent
upon his deportation. In the local
phrase, Harkless had "run bhp out 0'
e Sage the
t was because Perhaps s 1 p
IIerald's opposition, as the editor had
explained at the time, had been "mere-
ly moral and impersonal," and the ed-
itor had confessed to a liking for the
unprofessional qualities of Mr. Watts,
that there was but a slight embarrass-
ment when the two gentlemen met to-
day, His breakfast finished, limitless
went over to the other and extended
his hand. Cynthia, the waitress, held
her breath and clutched the back of a
chair: However, Air. Watts made no
motion toward his well known hip
pocket. Listen d he rose, flushing slight
ly, and accepted the hand offered him.
"I'nt glad to see you, Air. Watts,"
said the journalist cordially. "And
also, if you are running with the cir-
cus and calculate on doing business
here today, I'll have you tired out of
town before noon. Heat are you?
You're looking extremely web."
"Mr. Harkless," answered Watts, "I
cherish no hard feelings, and I never
said but what you done exactly right
when I left, three years age. No, sir;
I'm not here in a professlopal way at
all, and I don't want to Ye molested.
I've connected myself with an oil cam -
patty, and I'm down here to look over
the ground. It beats poker and tartan
MElnng,hit bciid tuck $tfpi'jo'arcalcfats;t' all hollow, though there ain't as many
'.voter cart since the morning stars Were
Chances in favor of the dealer, and in
bright, but he a tltht As well haat wit- t Oil Its the farther that gets the takeoff.
8 r l i e cotne back, but in an enterprising
teredl ttre streets with his tears, which, i Writ this time, to open up a new field
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The Cirtldren's Panacea --The Mother's Friend.
CEe�WWNE
CASTORA
Beare the Signature of
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ALWAYS i
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The You. Have Always -Bought
in Use For Over 30 Years.
THE CENTAUR Ct MPANY, 77 MURRAY STREET, NEW VCRS CITY.
t'rarz?dVb^:•a'iwtiN1Si#CL,,.Jr1
was oil in the county, • and I want to
prove it for everybody's benefit. Is it
all right?"
"My dear fellow," laughed the young
man, shaking the gambler's hand again,
"it is all right. 1 have always been
sorry I had to act against you, Every-
thing is all right. Stay and bore to
Korea, if you like. Did ever you see
swab glorious weather?"
"Lei let you le on some spares," Watts
.called after hire as he turned away.
The other nodded in reply and was
leaving the room when Cynthia detain-
ed laim by a flourish of her fly brush.
"Say," she said—she always called him
"Say"—"you've forgot yer flower."
He cane back and thanked her. "Will
you pin it on for me, Charmlon?"
"I don't know what call you got to
speak to me out of my name," she re-
sponded, looking at the floor moodily.
"Why?" in asked, surprised.
"I don't see why you want to make •
tun of me."
"I beg your pardon, Cynthia," he said
gravely. "I didn't mean to do that I
haven't been considerate. I didn't think
Iyou'd be displeased. I'm very sorry.
I Won't you pin it on my coat?"
Her face was lifted le grateful pleas-
• ure, and she began to pin the rose to bis
Ilapel. Her bands were large and red
1 and trembled. She dropped the tower
and, sayin huskily, "I don't know as 1
Icould do 1 right" seized violently upon
a pile of disbes and hurried from the
room.
I Harkless rescued the rose, pinned it
' ou his coat himself, with the internal
observation that the red haired wait-
:
ait
' ress was the quee/est creature in the
' village, and set forth upon his holiday.
I Mr. Lige Willetts, a stalwart back-
+ elor, the most;, eligible in Carlow, and
' a habitual devotee of Minnie Briscoe,
was seated on the veranda when Hark-
less turned in at the gate of the brick
! house. "The ladies will be down right
• off," he said, greeting the editor's cool
; finery with a perceptible agitation and
' the editor himtrself with a friendly shake
of the hand. "Mildy says to wait out
here."
1 There was a faint rustling within the
house, the swish of draperies on the
' stairs, a delicious whispering, when
light feet descend, tapping, to hearts
hi
the telegraphic
e
an answer,p
'
beat g
that
message: "We come! We cornet We
j are near! We are near!" Lige Wil -
1 letts stared at Harkless. He had never
1 thought the latter was good looking un -
i til he saw him step to the door to take
IHelen Sherwood's hand and say, in a
strange, low, tense voice, "Good morn -
1 ing," as if he were announcing, at the
' least: "Every one in the world, except
us two, died last night. It is a solemn
; thing, but I am very happy."
I They walked, Minnie and Mr. Wil.
lefts, a little distance in front of the
i others. ilntkless could not have told
afterward whether they rode or walked
or floated on an airship to the court-
'
ourt
' house. All he knew distinctly was
that a divinity in a pink shirt waist
I and a hat that was woven of gauzy
• cloud by mocking fairies to make bim
stoop hideously to see under it dwelt
for the time on earth and was at his
I side, dazzling him in the morning sur--
altfne, Last night the moon hail lent
her a silvery glamour. She had some-
thing ot the ethereal whiteness of
night dews in that watery light, a
nymph to laugh from a eparkling tom.
tain at the moon, or, as he thought, re-
membering
e
membering her •Courtesy for hie pretty'
LL erha s little lady of Kin
*vetch, perhaps
a t y g
Louis' tour t wandering diown the years
• from I: ontainebleau and appearing to
• Clumsy' tnortals sometime9t of a summer
flight when the Moon was in their
beads.
But today the *as of the daintiest
color, a pretty girl whose gray *yet
twiniiled to bis in gay companionship.
1 q marked hew the snnsbine danced
, and shed light and money in Carlon'.
clan in, bringing their Cyclones 1►f i
here again, but if you tray I stay 1
across the shadows of her fair ]unit
and seemed itself to catch a luster
rather than impart it, and the light of
the June day drifted through the gauzy,
hat to her face, touching it with a deli -
Bate and tender flush that came anal
went like the vibrating pink of eariyj
dawn. She bad the diviilest etraight
nose, tip tilted n faint, alluring triffeR
and a dimple cleft her chin, "the dead-
liest maelstrom in the world!" He
dallied through and through. He had
been only vaguely conscious of the
dimple in the night. It was not anti!
he saw her by daylight that he really,
knew it was there.
The village hummed with life before
them.. They walked through shimmer-
ing airs, sweeter to breathe than nectar
is to drink. She caught a butterfly
basking on a jinson weed, and before
she let it go held it out to him in hen
hand. It was a white butterly. Hex
asked which was the butterfly.
"Bravo!" she said, tossing the captive
craft above their beads and watching
She fastened her rose to place of the
white one.
the small sails catch the breeze. "And
60 you an make little flatteries in the
morning too. It is another courtesy
you should be having from me if it
weren't for the dustiness of it Wait
till we come to the board walk."
She had some big pink roses at her
waist.
Incite:tting those, Pe answered, "Tit
the meantime, 1 knots very well a lit(]
that would be blithe to accept n pretty
token of any lncit''e high esteem."
"ltut you bere t•re ah•'•t'•1y, a very
beautiful tate." i ;+c• ; eve lti,.l m genial
up and clown yt, ire` from head to root,
half qui::zlcal anti half applauding, but
so quirk he scarcely saw it, and he tugs
glad he had festa.•: x'letl the stri'w hat
with 1i:e ;•ertc.a't'l !•it L•Int amid 114 cr.'r`r
fratal Ve1iu:•c'R, ',incl a ic't}• b:'t•cu,
VAoret' 4 Vr1-4e r0 : " ?'t' donilnlied.
"though I ant a Itold girl tc he hin•a•±It': -
ing with a young. gent:eiaan 1 met no
longer ago than 111,:1 ttf •t."
'But why gbtonhin't ynal blarney to i:lu
a ;;entlrnlan u-lmt`n you began by Hata
bis life':"
••1•.au+eiatly wean dice p'attlentatt tt ad
the l:oliteneee to .:Melt a tutut " • r•an.t-
iy Wit rug' tnolaa t! nut'.: r iais arta."
Site stood stilt :utti leugh•`cl ut:rl1v. b It
eanau mately, a:: d Lee eyes e1osod
1 i
.,ts1'it. .te teat
tight rt ftlt the teletit �
tat. n and
• �e • or the t r
...':-
mut Its Abe mood ttnklin n it by ih+" k t
stern 119 (a"1 Vs' 111 s tightly frre4•4.•41 1: r
L`ps.
"Von May harp it.. hi <* el'att';e."':tie
said. Ile bent eon n to her. awl sae
f:+�tt*nrel Gtr lt'tt• fat 1+lair tit
the ttic •.i
t+1'.' fit I:T:a s••• .1'. a:,d n,a a k idtu,
( L'o be continued